When sex is a pretext to a disease
We'll crawl inside, my head was broken off
Blistering on this separate faith
Now crawl outside, we look away
To find a pretext, lead away
Oh, I see you, so low
I'm fine here, doing nothing for the sense

Sex is the disease
Sex is the disease
Sex is the disease
Sex is a disease
Longing, you tell me life for you is bliss
So strange, oh, a bottle of piss
No one to satisfy, no one will realize
Sex is the disease

Birds flew over me, over me
Gave me visions, of the end of the world, the end of our world
No, no life, just disease
Sex disease

Sexual pain on your weak mind
A cut inside, you blow out your mind

It's nothing, into nothing, into your brain, into nothing, into your brain, into nothing, into your brain, into nothing, all crushed into space

I've said enough, to you, right now